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"pushing toward the unobvious" as I post thinkings/linkings
re: Scripture, church and culture. Hot topics include: temple tantrums, time travel, sexuality/spirituality, U2kklesia, role of the pastor, God-haunted music/art..and subversive videos like these.

But by God's sacralizing grace; even (especially?) the silence is sacred echo.-----------------

The book's title deals with the way our prayer is a repeated/resonating offering; as is God's voice/Word to us. The "real beauty of prayer is not just in the request but in the repetition...try to hear the echo--those moments when God speaks the same message again and again."

She addresses all the questions you are now asking (How about vain repetition? Why should we keep on praying when God knows all and has heard the first time?). What I love about Margaret is she doesn't always answer these questions...at least in tidy formula.

And the way she does submit a possible answer to the classic "Why does God repeat himself?" moves beyond the cliche and stereotyped answers you have heard (as true as the may be), and alone is worth the price of the book.

Just don't drive off the road.--------

Another quote such as "Surrender is not an exploit---something we do--as much as renovation---something done in us.

I knew that before I read the book.

Or did I?

I guess I really needed an echo. And that quote is part and parcel of an amazing story about Steve Saint (son of Nate) that will stretch you.

Repetition? Wouldn't that bug or bore God? Not if God is as "nudnik" as the bothersome nudnik widow in Jesus' parable who teaches us to pray.

Uh, read the book.

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Feinberg's writing style is delightful and dovetails in and out of Scriptures and stories masterfully. In microcosm, she even unassumingly models and beautifully embeds her book with the same sacred pattern she detects in God's "repetitive" way with us; once she even begins a chapter in the exact same way she began an earlier chapter. It punched home the point like no other method could have; and was a huge hearing aid for me.

It came to me that God's loving repetitions, like Feinberg's chapters, are repetitive in a helical (helix-like) and concatenatory way; each repetition reverberates with new tones and nuances; all the while building on the original Voiceprint.

The chapters are so effectively titled by very short phrases that after one reading, I can recall and rejoice in most of the content merely by reading the table of contents page! (Such will greatly assist my freeway reading's safety factor).

--------How about more healing honesty:"After years of prayer (for James), things only seem to get worse."

Can one say that...on an evangelical publishing house's paper and dime?

And she can be downright prophetic without an ounce of bitterness or namecalling:

"It saddens me that at times, this rich, powerful commission (The Great Commission) is reduced to nothing more than convincing someone to sign a prayer card, dunking them in water, and handing them a stack of self-help books."

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Thank God for Zondervan,and Margaret Feinberg, who is...

Honest without hubris;real without being rude...or really fake;transparent without being see-through; vulnerable without being voyeuristic and tacky.------------

Perhaps her chapter "How Long?" was most moving.In reading it, I think I recognized the full impact of the juxtaposition of that same biblical phrase into U2's song "40". The song begins with Psalm 40:1, "I waited patiently for the Lord.."; yet the chorus ineserts an ironic and sacred impatience: "How long to sing this song?" Anyone who has been to a U2 concert can testify to the sacred and literal echoes of fans singing/praying/echoing this question long after the band has left the stage.

Hear Bono's comments on this phenomenon is his "Introduction to the Psalms" excerpted below. I had forgotten he even used 'echo' language and calls attention to the power of repetition. How Feinbergian(:

I hear echoes of the holy row...and Psalm40 became the closing song at U2 shows and on hundreds of occasions, literally hundreds of thousands of people of every size and shape t-shirt have shouted back the refrain, pinched from Psalm 6: "'How long' (to sing this song)". I had thought of it as a nagging question - pulling at the hem of an invisible deity whose presence we glimpse only when we act in love. How long ... hunger? How long ... hatred? How long until creation grows up at the chaos of its precocious, hell-bent adolescence has been discarded? I thought it odd that the vocalising of such questions could bring such comfort; to me too.

It is Bono's/Feinberg's /God's subversive daringness to "vocalize the questions" that was "oddly (and deeply) comforting" to me. The bottom line message/echo for me in "The Sacred Echo" is:

"When you find your mind awakened by a Scripture that won't let your heart go, know there's a good chance God is speaking to you."

Without a hint of suggesting or selling a formula; but by the conversational laying bare her life, soul, and prayer journal; Margaret Feinberg was able to let God affirm the parallel but different ways I experience that awakening Echo.

That is sacred indeed.

So much so that I may hear God saying...again...that no matter how great a book is, I shouldn't read while driving.--Bonus:

A new book by photographer Richard Ross, Architecture of Authority, examines the way institutional buildings exert power over people. Ross managed to gain impressive access to all kinds of secretive or high-security buildings, from Abu Ghraib prison in Iraq, to the supermax high-security Pelican Bay prison in California. Ross credits his unprecedented access to a combination of persistence and sincere curiosity. "Many of these people want to show you these places once they know that you're interested in their world," he says.

To question the pervasiveness of intimidating, "disgusting" architecture, the images in Ross' book are both striking and inviting. Ross intentionally makes the photos of oppressive structures look seductive. "You can convince people a lot easier by whispering in their ear rather than hitting them over the head," says Ross....Link

One picture description sounds like church:

Left: Pictured is the prison's lethal injection chamber. "Ninety percent of inmates who enter never leave," Ross says. Inmates work on the prison farm and are not allowed to eat the cows they raise because the quality of the meat is too high. Meals at Angola can cost as little as 17 cents per person since so much of the food is grown on site. Twice a year, inmates enjoy a rodeo on the prison grounds with barbecues and bull riding.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

"9/11 was an act that had clearly been designed for television."-Karen Armstrong, "The Battle for God" p vii

"Sometimes (the new fundamentalists) have been driven to acts that are deliberately self-destructive....it is difficult to imagine a more nihilistic act than... the Muslim suicide bomber...and the bizzare antics of the Bakers and Jimmy Swaggart represented a nihilistic revolt against teh more sober fundamentalism of Jerry Falwell."-p.10

then annihilating nihilism by nihilism itself, is probably not the best approach either.

We might even talk ourselves into the false belief that this approach is incarnational and redemptive. But this is not what Bruggeman means by"embodying the thing dismantled." (see part 14 here).

Karen Armstrong notes a "postfundamentalist" strand in all three monotheistic religions which would spiritualize sin, completely embrace nihilism, and thus violence and sexualization. Is itironic or inevitable that the most fundamentalist fundies will betray their fundamentalism while ostensibly claiming to drink carefully from its wineskin? :

Reconstructionism and the Christan Identity have left Jerry Falwell and the Moral Majority far behind. These are a form of post-fundamentalism, which is more frightening, intransigent, and extreme... In the same way, the9/11 hijackers seem to represent some sinister new development in Islamic fundamentalism...Mohammet Atta drinking vodka before he entered teh aircraft..The idea that a Muslim martyr could go to meet God with vodka on his breath is as bizarre a thought as that of Baruch Goldsten, the Jewush fundamemtalist who gunned down twenty nine Muslims...enjoying a bereakfast of bacon and eggs before carrying out the attack...

Most fundamentalists live strictyly orthodox lives....(but) the ignorant barbarism that (the new fundamentalists) have followed..is the (brand) they have vowed not only to abjure but also to eliminate. The hijackers seem to have gone out of their way not only to disobey the basic laws of the religion they have vowed to defend but to trample on the principles that motivate the traditional fundamentalist..

One Messiah figure advocated a form of "holy sin". The times were so desperate that something entirely new was required. Old values no longer applied; there had to be a new law, and a new freedom that could only be achieved by a flagrant disavowal of the old norms.Karen Armstrong, "The Battle for God" p ix-x

In a sense, these last two sentences are accurately applied to what Jesus instituted in Mark 2:New wine and wineskins. He was not deconstructing Judaism/Phariseeism/ entirely; even though "something entirely new was required." In a nutshell, the "new law and freedom" was the "new wine of new fasting." Jesus even flatly announced that literally NO ONE would be dumb enough/fundamentalist enough /post-fundamentalist enough to even try to cram new wine into old wineskins and fast the "old" (postfundamentalist) way.

But in the words of DC Talk, "what have we become"? Who have we become? The "no one" that Jesus spoke about. Why is Trucker Frank kicked out of a Christian bookstore and not the most blasphemous book title one can imagine:

"How to Put New Wine into Old Wineskins."

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How about that, a "How to Do What Jesus Said Can't Be Done...And No One Tries."

Was the whole structure of Jewish ceremonial, fasting naturally included, indeed consonant with the new spirit of the followers of the Messiah?

A new spirit must find new forms of expression.(Alan Cole, Tyndale Commentary on Mark)

"Fasting is not a commandment," John Piper insists, "but a prediction of what will seem normal for those who miss the Bridegroom." But violent sexuality of annihilating nihilism cannot produce "the sorrow which find expresion in fasting" (Cole, 72)

That's what my 83-year old friend (whose wife died several years ago) says he asks those well- meaning widows at church who ask him out.

"But more importantly, I am still in love with my wife;and I don't miss you."

If we are still in love with our Bridegroom; and miss him---which leads to the new wine of new fasting, we won't cave into temptations to sleep around with other church members, other gods, or other wines...

We live in "desperate times" again; where postfundamentalism is still alive in our ecclesiology and missiology...and as such subverts our subversion and hijacks us into forsaking the necessary "holy fool" approach for the "holy sins" that are"designed for television."

Here are some previews of his upcoming book; quotes from Dark at theNashville Emergent Cohort.

"We need community that is always destabilizing our sense of copyright on Jesus..

... In the asking of questions, there are also pitfalls that demand caution, ways that we can make The Answer more important than anything else. There is a fetishizing of answers that gets away from loving others."link

The Starfish and the Spider and the Emerging House Churches

"They're [the house churches] based on small-circle organizing, have little to no authoritative control, and rely on the innovation of distributed social movements. It's this same type of organizational structure that is the secret to the success of Wikipedia and craigslist."-Rob Mackay and Ori Brafman (The Spider and the Starfish) in an article for the Huffington Post called "Small Is the New Big in Progressive Politics" HT: Homebrewed Christianity

I said something very similar a few years ago when i discussed emergent theory and the house church movement in a post called Tiny is the New Small. Speaking of small churches, I just finished cooking a pile of crepes for the 50 people that attend our small church so we can have breakfast together early Sunday morning. Try doing that with a bigger church.

And if might not have even met Ryan if it weren't for Facebook.(And it was the other St. Ryan who got me on Facebook!

So..

One band I have been meaning to check out is:

Jimmy Eat World.

I know you are laughing, Ryan.Both Ryans.

Yeah, I also finally caught up with Wilco, another "new" band(:I just got their Ghost..used.

All ghosts are.

Anyway...

I remember that David Crowder mentions Jimmy Eat World as an influence/favorite. A bit of research shows some debate as to whether they are Christians..debate the band intentionally won't definitively solve.

How about this song, "A Praise Chorus," which cleverly references ("drawing a fish in the sand"? or tossing a bone to believers?) "Crimson and Clover," which is basically Tommy James' conversion testimony....let alone addressing "Davey" (THAT David?)

And what a resource Fabchannel is, whole concerts on video. Here's a whole Jimmy gig:

The Christian market is prone to over-reaction when the lyrics are perceived to be offensive," Chaffer says. He notes that one distributor refused to carry Waterdeep's album What You Don't Know because it used the words hell and damn. (The band later released an edited version jestingly titled What You Don't Know Won't Hurt You.)

"The broader problem with broad swaths of evangelical subculture is dishonesty at an emotional level," Chaffer adds. "I was at a point in my life where I couldn't afford that. I had to get this stuff down."..

As a result, Chaffer freely uses words such as shitty and laid on the Khrusties' debut self-titled album. Released last July on iTunes and more recently on CD, the record offers 13 melodic indie-rock tunes with electronic infusions such as loops, sound effects and drum programming. Points of reference include David Byrne, Grandaddy, Sufjan Stevens and Brian Eno —

The whole shebang is a spiritual affirmation of sorts for Chaffer, who wrote much of the material in the wake of his parents' passing.

"I think my faith was reduced to more critical components," he says. "I cut some of the crap away. It's just real easy to be an American Christian and full of crap.

Tin Keel, pastor of Jacob's Well, says of this band:

To say that it is a "spectacle to behold" is an understatement. The concert is a piece of musical, conceptual performance art that is a freak-show of epic proportions - in the best tradition of Meatloaf/The Flaming Lips/KISS. To say that the music is amazing is...well, exactly what you'd expect from anything Don Chaffer is connected to.

All that's left to do is check out their song,"Sympathy for Jesus" on the article page linked above.

Imagine if while Jesus told the parable of the Good Samaritan he threw in a fourth character who arrives just before the Good Samaritan. We’ll call him the concerned Samaritan. This character sees the injured man, offers him a cup of coffee and a chat and tells him that the registered services who are qualified to help him with his particular issues are currently full and gives him a phone number of somewhere to call the next working day. What would Jesus say about this character?

Or, imagine if while Jesus was telling the parable of the sheep and the goats he added some lamas. This third group of people saw the homeless and instead of giving them a home gave them a cup of coffee, someone to talk to and the phone number of a service for homeless people with a six month waiting list. What would Jesus say about the Lamas?-Link, Churchless Faith

sometimes they are sovereignly subversive;
as folks are free to let their hair and guard down,
and dream out loud...
not worrying what any squeakers or buzzards in the bigger meetings would say.

I am thrilled that in the church world (at least a growing subset and underground alliance of orthopractical freelance wikitribesters) are beginning to wake up from our big bender and at least asking the right questions.

More on the bender in a minute.
Hint: it's largely Gilligan's Island's fault.

It was so refreshing to hear a local ministry leader at the citywide pastors/prayer meeting say something like:

"The day of the one expert standing up front giving a lecture to people sitting down and not participating is long over."

Of course you have guessed by now that this real comment was offered to a small subset group in the parking lot conversation after the real meeting.

So delightfully subversive was this small group that one of them told about how he was inviting people in his congregation to text-message him during the sermon about the sermon (Looks like you can hear the podcast of a sermon where that happened here; also read Creps on "If they are not texting, they are not listening.")

What would have happened if the official indoor conversation had been peppered with versions of these same comments. Would it have been seen as a temple tantrum?

Maybe; maybe not.

Maybe I will send everyone in the larger group a text message of the comments during the next meeting. (:

"A book that troubles me more about my own readings of the Bible than any I've read in my entire life is Brian Blunt's 'Then the Whisper Put on Flesh.' Here are some of his words that sting me deeply..":

"That status of recognition belongs to the conglomeration of Euro-American scholars, ministers and layfolk who have, over the centuries, used their economic, academic, religious and political

dominance to rate the illusion that the Bible, read through their experience, is the Bible read correctly."

(emphasis added by McKnight)

I am aware that some will actually complain that Blount only says that because he's African American. Get over it!

I am honored that Steve (pretty white) Porter, in his wonderful but misguided love for me and his mission to expose me as heretic says that I am "just like" Rev. Wright (read this).Of course Steve has also posted that our church, meassured by our motto (he quotes our "church motto" we have never had or used) "out of vogue" (good) and "dead." (great, if defined as Capon delightfully does here) One member who had read that post said the other day at one of our unvogue gatherings, "Gee, everyone is praying and having a good time, no one leaves for hours, there is more life in the air than I have seen for years...gee, this is the most "alive" dead church I have ever seen").

McKnight (also white) also adds:

And here is Blount's stunning observation: 'The whisper of God's voice took on a white flesh.'(Blount is the African American president of Union Theological Seminary).

It is easy to contend against sociopragmatic theories of reading the Bible, as Blount's is, and claim that they are biased. All readings, if truth be told, are located in a theological and socioplitical context.(p.44)

And when McKinght..who has read more books than any white guy alive!...says that Blount's book "troubles me more about my own readings of the Bible than any I've readin myentirelife"...

..that alone should send us to it.We do want to be troubled, don't we?

Roger Ebert : "brilliant ... It is philosophy, illustrated through everyday events."San Francisco Chronicle: "makes a case for cinema as a vehicle for conveying moods and ideas and, hardest of all, the internal movements of a soul."Rolling Stone: "Fascinating! A real conversation starter! Arkin is flat-out perfection!"Vanity Fair: "Lunimous and and strangely beautiful"

here's my problem.i am a deeply social person.i crave interpersonal interactions and connections more than anything.my unfortunately mobile lifestyle has put vast physical distancesbetween myself, family and friends.i'm unfortunate enough to live in a day and agewhen we have convinced ourselvesthat digital communication is a substitutefor real, human interactions.i'm perpetrating this fraud right now.keeping in touch with the past is a rose-colored ruseto convince ourselves we aren't alone.but every day that goes by i realize i'm more alone than the day before.the bigger problem is,i really hate people.i genuinely, deeply, truly hate people.i find the vast majority of humankind to be a waste of oxygen.most people are either willfully ignorant, willfully arrogant or willfully disrespectful.some manage to be frightful combinations of two or even all three of these.BUT.my faith demands ...(continued here)

'O Earth, O Earth, returnArise from out the dewy grassNight is wornAnd the mornRises from the slumbrous mass

Turn away no moreWhy wilt thou turn awayThe starry floorThe watery shoreIs given thee till the break of dayTill the break of day

Till the break of dayTill the break of dayTill the break of day

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"MIdnight Mass" by John F. Dean, read on Irish radio: AUDIOMerry Christmas. This is Bono the singer with U2.This is a poem I'd like to, recite for you by another Irishman, John F. DeanIt's about driving to midnight mass in Dublin on Christmas Eve:

Five-thousand million years ago, this earth lay heaving in a mass of rocks and fireWasting, burdened with its emptinessTonight, when arthropods and worms and sponges have given way to dinosaursAnd dinosaurs to working, wandering apesHomo erectus have given way to sapiens, and he toHomo sapiens sapiens (alias Paddy Mack)

Look down on Dublin from the hills aroundAnd lights could be a million Christmas treesStill firs standing, while in the sky a glow as if of dawnThis day a light shall shine on usThe Lord is born within our city

Look along to the river toward O'Connell BridgeThe lights, the neon signs, all stream on water like breathed-on strips of tinselAll is still...

Eleven-thirty, pubs begin to emptyMen stop to argue, sway and say the name of JesusFor those who have known darknessWho have now seen a wonderous lightThose who have dwelt on unlit streetsTo them the light has come

Tonight, few cars go byThe blocks of flats with windowed-plastic treesAnd fairy lights stand, watching for a miracleHere are no dells where fairies might appear

Out from the dark an ambulance comes speedingSickly blue lights search in siren-stillThe mystery of the night ticks slowly onIt will pass and leave memories of friends and small, half-welcomed things

In Him was lifeIn Him, life was the light of manFor neither prehistoric swans nor trilobites, the mesozoic birdsNeanderthal, nor modern man had ever dreamt or seen what was our God

The shops are gay with lights and bright thingsAll save funeral homes, they dare not advertise their presenceAs midnight peels and organs start to playTwo cars meet headlong in a haze of drinkThe crash flicks into silencePain crawls like a slime through blood and into limbsGod is revealed, a baby naked, crying in a crib

In the church porches and out along the groundsTeenagers laugh and swear, smokin', watchin' girlsSo, once more, Christmas trails awayIts meaning moves back into the mist and the march of time

Someone had mercy on languagechanged it into something else I can touchI can touch grow to love, murmured Aceas he heard the stranger talkingof how laughter comes from God.

Who, hearing words from his own mouthand from others, can[not]* stop himselflaughing or freezing in terror

at sound bubbling up out of infiniteemptiness? Well fill it up with prideand let vanity strut along for the ride.

When the ride peters out at the edgeof small daring, then that other soundopens.

This is the sound of God's laughter,like nothing on earth, it fillsearth from grave to mountain-top,lingers there a while, then like a greatbird spreading its wings for home or somewherelike home, heads out into silence,gentle and endless, longing to understand

"To the good people of East Timor. On behalf of myself, Bono and the band U2, on behalf of most scribes and poets, most music, film and object makers, both here in Ireland and around the world, please be sure that we know of your strife and that even if we are not allowed to see, you know that we hear of you, and that when we don't hear from you we think of you...all the more.

Anyway...Hiebert basically contends for an epistemology of critical realism.

But in his discussion of translation, which I dovetail with Eugene Peterson's amazing dual definitions of translation ("Messianic Betrayal, ") I like this:

Multiplex Translation:"a global perspective requires a new theory of translation...During the colonial era, Bible translation was formal. It was assumed that if one translated the forms, the meanings would follow..but people reinterpret what they hear in terms of their cultures and worldviews.... This lead to dynamic translations that sought to preseve meaning by changing forms. Carried too far, they reduced meanings to subjective perceptions.. The solution offered by a triadic view of signs is a multiplex translation in which we seek to pre-serve both meanings and forms..Moderns semiotics has also made us aware of the importance of rituals as nondiscursive enactments that speak of realities that cannot be reduced to mere words..(p. 111, Paul Hiebert, "Missiological Implications of Epistemological Shifts")

Actually, the saints who live in the house behind the bench are the highlight of the neighborhood,which is precisely the point.

The bench was placed on the prominent corner lot as a prophetic act/blessing/gift/gatekeeper/mission to the neighborhood. I have seen high-schoolers (clean-cut as well as gangster-looking), and senior citizens sitting on it; taking a break on their walk home; and journey through life.

Even though my family and I walk by it almost daily, I consider it almost too sacred to sit in.

Of course the bench has to be screwed into the ground; the original bench was stolen.

But that didn't deter the mission, or the gatekeeping family.

This is church "as God wants it"; planting the flag outside the walls. Not as a gimmick; not as a sneaky, cheesy, sexy evangelistic strategy to get those butts into pews.

But to get those butts blessed, even if they never enter a "church building."

Which they already have...

PS The mom of the house asked the ginsters to kindly take their empty gin bottle with them as they left...that's not an unreasonable rule for a church that plants its flag and bench outside the boundaries and box.

PPS. Of course this is the same family who did THIS with their house at Eastertime.

PPPS. Some of you are savvy enough to figure out where this holy site is, and go to Google Earth or Microsoft Virtual Earth and see who's sitting in it now.

"The bliss of exclusion is a seduction that needs to be resisted."-Catholic writer Mary Gordon

By the way, she spoke these words at an event hosted by a school that "Catholics are not allowed to teach at; neither are members of most other Protestant denominations. Faculty members are required to sign three confessional creeds -- the Heidelberg Confession, the Belgic Confession and the Canons of Dordt -- which include the doctrines of predestination --God has predetermined all events--and election--God has chosen some to be saved from eternal damnation and others not)."

The intro and first two chapters of Andy Crouch's highly anticipated new book, "Culture Makers, "about "how we can become cultivators and creators of culture, not just critics and consumers of it" is available here.

Kudos to IVP for this unusual step; they will even release three more chapters onine in a few weeks...all this pre=publication.

Andy says:

Read. Enjoy. But there's one other thing I'd like to ask you to do. Find at least one way to share this PDF with others. Post about it on Facebook. Blog about it. Forward the link--or the whole PDF file--to your small group, your pastor, your six best friends. (Yes, you can do this completely legally--see the last page for the details on what you can and cannot do with this PDF.)Then, if you don't mind, post on the wall at Culture Making (Facebook Page) to tell the rest of us what you thought and what your friends thought of these opening pages.link

It's a feature about an amazing couple (he's a farmer; she's a PhD) who run what likely is the largest bookstore in the country;an estimated million books,with no ads and no sign ...in eleven buildings, of which the main one is a converted cow manure shed...

...all in an incredibly unprime location in the middle of...well, you must watch it:

Dr. Chris Erdman, our Senior Pastor says: Today, it seems to me that "what is the Bible trying to do to us?" is not the first question we bring to the Bible (if we come to it at all). There are signs that this is changing among us at UPC, if the way our elders are now reading the Bible in their ministry teams is any indication. But by and large, the American church is asking different questions. I identify these questions according to three major varieties:

Questions of the refrigerator variety: is there something here that I can consume and feel satisfied?

Questions of the pharmacy variety: is there something here I can take that will make me feel better?

Questions of the life-preserver variety: is there something here that I can use to pull myself out of this mess I'm in?

Now, these on the surface one can hardly argue with these questions. They come from very real needs we all have. But at UPC we recognize how different these questions are from the single question we place at the top of the list: "What is the Bible trying to do to us?" We recognize that the typical questions put "I" as the subject who acts on the Bible as the "object" and that that gets things all wrong theologically. Instead, when we ask, "what is the Bible trying to do to us?" we are putting God and we are putting ourselves in the right order. The Bible acts on us just as God acts on us. The Bible seeks to form us just as God formed us from the soil of the earth.-Link, click the "spirituality" tab

Dumb disclaimer:

It should go without saying...but i wouldn't want it to... that since this blog is a Spiritaneous place to throw out thoughts/feelings/articles "in process," it does not represent any of the fine institutions you see by my profile that I am affiliated with (Heck, it may not even represent me! (:........). The blog is merely an attempt to subvert subversion and "push toward the unobvious" (Thanks, Tim N. for that phrase) on the six hot topics listed at the top of the page....Welcome, engage it, and don't be offended (for the wrong reason, anyway!)